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[kingdomvel]

For the kiss prompts, what do you think about Obikin saying “close your eyes” or kissing on a dare? 😘

I realise I forgot to say to tell me an au you wanted this for and luckly because of that I got an amazing idea

Here is a canonish obikin snippet with "close your eyes" AND kissing on a dare

“Truth or dare” Ferus asks.

“Dare” Anakin answers immediately. The last four people had chosen truth and Anakin needs a bit of excitement or he will go to bed before the countdown to the new year properly starts, and that is in ten minutes.

The whole Jedi order is gathered to welcome the new year with a bit party. There is music, drinks and food. All Masters, knights and padawans in attendance, even the younglings had joined for the first part of the evening.

The party had started early, and that is why a couple of hours in, Anakin and some other young knights had gathered to play a game of truth or dare. The dares so far had been fun. Making Master Windu drop his drink with the force, drinking a whole bottle without pause, mimicking a Master for five minutes without them noticing – though Anakin is sure they had won that one because Master Koon was too amused by their antics to call them out.

Anakin chooses dare, because it’s more fun and choosing truth is always dangerous, specially when you have something you don’t want anyone knowing like Anakin does.

The smirk on Ferus’ face makes him rethink his choice.

“I dare you to kiss Master Kenobi when the countdown strikes zero.” Ferus says.

“Okay.” Anakin answers easily. He knows his former master, he is not overly affectionate, but he doesn’t shy away from that kind of displays either. He has seen him greet Padmé and Bail with kisses on the cheek. He probably won’t think much of it, specially if Anakin does it to welcome the new year.

It’s not a specially hard dare, he doesn’t understand Ferus’ smirk.

“On the lips.” Ferus adds.

Anakin blanches.

Ha can’t know, it’s the first thing he thinks. Ferus can’t know about his feelings for his former master. There is no way he knows.

“Uuuuuh luckyyy” One of the other knights says, her voice teasing, “who hasn’t dreamed about kissing Master Kenobi?”

There are a few teasing remarks more, a few laughs. They don’t know. Anakin forces himself to laugh too.

It’s a minute before the new year when Anakin finds Obi-Wan. His Master smiles at him and hands him a glass with a drink. They both turn towards the countdown on the centre of the room. Anakin sees Ferus smirking at him from the other side of the hologram. He wants to punch him. He won’t back out of a dare.

He can feel the nerves filling him, squeezing his insides. It chokes him.

He leaves the glass on a table close to them, afraid he will drop it.

Fifty seconds.

Obi-Wan asks him if had fun with his friends, Anakin tries not to choke on his answer.

Twenty seconds.

Anakin turns towards Obi-Wan. The party lights dance on his face, he looks beautiful.

“Master” Anakin says. Obi-Wan turns towards him, and Anakin’s heart jumps in his chest from how easily he can get his master’s undivided attention. But the attention is too much for him knowing what he is about to do. Obi-Wan’s eyes are too blue, too piercing. Anakin feels like he knows what he is thinking, what is in his mind and heart, like he can see right through him. It’s too much.

Ten seconds.

“Close your eyes.” Anakin says and Obi-Wan does.

Anakin admires him as the people around them count down the seconds.

When it reaches zero, Anakin surges forward and kisses his former master right on the lips. It’s meant to be quick, celebratory, just a peck. Something he can later brush off when his Master pulls away with a horrified look on those beautiful eyes of his.

When Obi-Wan doesn’t pull away immediately Anakin lingers.

And then the impossible happens.

There is a hand on his face.

Lips move against his.

[albatris]

🌹

He dreamed of a lot of things, but woke, inexplicably, thinking of quesadillas.

[searchingforserendipity25]

celrond, 26? 😭🥺

Thanks so much for the ask @i-am-a-lonely-visitor! Here are some kisses on some scars <3

-

Celebrían found them very appealing, particularly when Elrond took the pestle in hand.

'Do not laugh,' she demanded, laughing herself, tapping him with her fan in that light, suggestive fashion that had been all the rage in the Eriador of her youth. 'It’s all in the grip, and how clear with intent your eyes go. Such beautiful hands you have, beloved.'  

Legs round and bare, she tilted on the edge of their rumpled bed, the better to watch him play apothecary for himself; and laughed, lower in her throat, when his ears warmed at the warmth of her admiration, and he proved very easy to distract from his tasks and trap back into bed.

Celebrían was generous of heart, and strange-minded at times. Elrond's hands were accounted good, life-saving, gracious and kind, and most days he did not disdain them at all; but they were not beautiful.

There were scars in them from old battles and skirmishes, accidental prickles when picking sea urchins from the sea pools of Sirion - nicks from weapons training and sparring, from long campaigns and hunting trips.

Tough calluses littered his palm, the likes of which no elven warrior or scribe, no lord or harpist showed; and in the cold the skin broke, red and angry, chafing at the winter, even as flowers bloomed through the frost when he walked his red and angry feet on it.  

The last time he had pressed his palm to his brother's, there had been fine lines already on Elros' hands.

Since then, none remained to share his insights with, no one who cared particularly for his advice on the brewing of Peredhel remedies. He brewed his own oils, in his stillroom in Lindon; in Imladris, he taught his children to work the copper cauldron and the ladle, the grinding stone and the glass vial.

Arwen liked dying best; Elladan enjoyed sparring with his mother, Elrohir played with poisons; and all of them carried little pots of balm in the pocket of their childish aprons, in case their fingers ached in the evenings after they played outside.

In high summer he sang to the bees in their homes, led them singing when it was time to swarm, and picked the honey himself, to offer with slick fingers for Celebrían - tithe and right, to be given over to the lady of the valley.

-

Elrond remembered his mother rubbing honey on his father's hands. Earendil's hands had seemed immense to him, broad and strong and rope-burned, made harsh by salt. He was so careful when he held Elros and Elrond - 

He remembered; he was nearly certain he remembered it. The past was never as unclouded in his heart as the future.

-

Celebrían followed his movements from the sick bed for many unspeaking days.

The light of her eyes, so dimmed, was wary with terror when she lay watching him grind athelas and lavender and honeycomb - the strength of his arms turned into a threat for her to be wary of. Any strength, of any kind - any instrument might be turned into a source of violence.

She did not scream, awake or asleep; the fear was a long and horrible spell, an enduring half-dream from which his gentlest touch could not rouse her, only return her to a different form of torment. There was no safety for her, even in Imladris; no potion or cantrip to heal body or soul, and no comfort to be had. 

In Valinor, Celebrían made her own ointments.

For the tending of scars; to massage her gnarled aches, perfume her wrists and neck, the dip of her spine. Her eyes were clear, keen and keener than they had been, steadier in their vigilance. Elrond embraced this version of his lady no less tightly; he curled into her height, and laughed as he wept when she swept him off her feet.

As a patient in Lórien, and a student amidst the gardens where every dreamer walked at least once in their life, Celebrían had learned much from the Lords and Ladies of the West, and more still from elves ancient and young alive.

In his absence, she had wrought against her war-fans anew, bound them with lace and poison, ridden with Oromë's Hunters, danced among Vána's revels, wept with Nienna and spoken with her own voice the glory and grief of those that loved Midde-Earth and had lost it.

The lady of the valley, a lover of sweetness, kept her door ever-open to her kin and her husband's without differentiation - kept it open for him, when at last Elrond was gladly swept into the shelter of her love and rested there for a time, nursing new wounds and sharing his grief, weary through and through as he was. They tended to each other in the evenings, bandages and oils laid out on the same desk; Elrond wept a little more, the first time Celebrían touched him, and there was not a shadow of fear in her eyes, only the cold memory of it in his heart.

-

They grasped hands and wound their arms, walking in the twilight through the high trellises like a courting pair. Celebrían's little finger was a small stump, her braces cold against his arm; Elrond's bones, grown frail and strangely hollow after so long carrying Vilya, were nestled in hers with care as they walked up the hill to the painted walls of her house.

In the spring after Arwen was wed and lost, Celebrían taught Elrond how to work the herbs of her garden and gather them to her precise requirements, and how to work the tight aches working in the garden or standing too long left her with, even in the Blessed Land.

 The stars were the same all throughout Arda, but brighter in these skies; and some creeping ivies with potent smells and sweetly cooling leaves blossomed only at night, their petals gleaming with the very same silver of Celebrían's tresses.

Her scar-ridged palms chafed against Elrond's lips. They tasted of lavender and starlight when he pressed a glancing touch of his mouth to them, of nectars whose names he knew not yet and was only starting to learn now.

'Lovely beyond all other sights,' he said, coy and sly, when his lady pressed them against his cheeks to tilt him for a greater kiss; and Celebrían laughed merrily at his plight, because his skin ran warm with blood under her grasp, and his knees no less liable to bend like reeds when she pulled him back into her arms.

[kyouka-supremacy]

sigma for the ask game?

Sigma!!!!

Favorite thing about them: The same thing as the bsd author: I really like how “normal” Sigma is!!! It makes him very sympathetic. The way he fought with everything he had during the Sky Casino arc to protect what was most important to him made me emotional.

Least favorite thing about them: Nothing I can think of? I guess his outfit could use some improvement but I'm starting to think I'm very nitpicky with this kind of stuff lol.

Favorite line:

I feel like I'm always going for the most predictable lines but like. I really like this one. I wish nothing more for my life than to do what I can as an ordinary man.

brOTP: Everything I ship with him romantically I think would work really well platonically too!! Not much more I can't think of since he hasn't interacted with a lot of characters, but I have a hunch that him and Kunikida would get along well lol.

OTP: I really like sigzai, it's my personal “liked it before it got popular” pffttt. I do understand the criticism in saying that Dazai was mostly manipulating him, but I think that's the cool part? Like them starting out with Dazai manipulating him and Sigma being mostly aware of it but unable to impede it, yet Dazai gradually growing in love of Sigma's resilience and will to live. I think they're very nice even if they didn't start out healthy, but like, why would you be looking for healthy relationships in the toxic yaoi franchise? I also throughout enjoy siglai. It's like, the cooler funnier version of kuniki/dazai for me lmao. I find the “I have literally NO CLUE why I love you and will keep loving you despite wishing I didn't” and “if I don't spend 25/7 annoying you I will explode” vibes really compelling.

nOTP: Nothing. Look, unless it's something that actively bothers me, I hardly have any notps in general, I'm a multishipper at heart.

Random headcanon: I really like the concept of transfem Sigma within canon who's like. “I haven't gotten the chance to transition because I was born like two years ago and my life has been a mess, but AS SOON AS THINGS CALM DOWN— ”

Unpopular opinion: ... I don't like the idea of him joining the ada? I mean, I don't hate it, but I would have rather had it where he didn't, even though it's evident that the plot is going in that direction. I just wish he could keep working as casino manager because he looked so at home at the Sky Casino, it makes me wish he would go back. And the odd thing is that I acknowledge that it's been established in the manga itself that that was not the right place for him (Dostoyevsky in chapter 107: “[You realized that] a lonely ‘home’ isn't enough. What you need isn't a place, but trust.”) and that he should join the ada; I just feel like they made his love and attachment to the Sky Casino so strong and moving in its respective arc, the idea of him having a life outside of it just feels wrong. I think he's really good at manager jobs in general, I'd even be happier with him like. Opening a hat shop or something.

Song i associate with them: -ERROR by niki, also the Namine Ritsu cover by cillia. The illustration of Ritsu in the cover even seems to resemble Sigma a lot for me eheh. I feel like the lyrics fit Sigma's inner conflict between feeling like he isn't supposed to exist and still wanting so deeply to live a lot!!!

Favourite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga:

Favourite illustration:

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

Send me a character?

[littencloud9]

"what are you doing here?" + tachigin? 👁

"What are you doing here?" Tachihara asks. "What am I— this is my house," Gin replies in bafflement. They had been awoken by the sudden rustling of wind and the squeaking sound of a window opening. Still blinking sleep out of their eyes, they had found Tachihara climbing through her window, inviting himself into their living room. "Maybe it's a shared space," Tachihara huffs. "You live next door." "So?" Gin continues standing there, trying to process the situation, while Tachihara shifts under their stare. After what seems like an eternity, he mumbles, "I had a nightmare." Gin sighs, taking in his pout and crossed arms, like he's trying to blend himself into her couch. "I see." They proceed to head to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, the kind that Ryuunosuke usually makes when he's struggling to fall asleep, telling themself that this is going to be a one-time thing.

send me a sentence and a pairing &lt;3

[abba-enthusiast]

4 and 10 for the bookish photo ask please 💚

Thank you so much for asking!! 💖

4. TBR stack

Okay so here’s the thing. I logged all the books I own on Storygraph over the holidays and turns out, I have 216 unread books (I am working on it but I do suffer from bookbuyingitis and it is incurable unfortunately). But these are some of the books I plan on reading this year:

(Plus American Psycho but I don’t physically own that one (yet) he he)

10. Two books you love from opposite of the spectrum (however you want to interpret that)

I chose the spectrum cozy - scary :)

I can’t claim to be an expert since I haven’t read loads in either genre but I really enjoyed these!

[granitenotgranted]

I'm gonna need ur reaction and thoughts about the RaM finale once you've watched it

I only watched it yesterday so im not gonna have any hot and spicy new takes for yall but ya girl DID have some thoughts lets go (obviously spoiler warning)

thank you SO SO much for asking!! I’m honored that you want my takes<33

Listen I hate to say it but I KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!! GOD!!! 😭😭😭

I just need to come out here and say this but first of all I dont think Rick replacing himself was really a bad thing,,,, like at all LMAO especially knowing that it was Rick who made him I mean it was more than just a replacement he was made to be the grandpa he wants for morty but he just knows he can’t be right now.

I can fully understand how it would absolutely feel like a betrayal to Morty but looking at it as a viewer I mean Rick was fully spiraling, to me his intentions were completely pure. Also I thik im just grateful they gave us a time stamp for when the swap was made so we didnt have to wonder forever how much of Rick this season was Rick. He still did piss master, he still kept Jerry blissfully ignorant just out of good will, he STILL WILLINGLY WENT TO THERAPY. All these wouldve been out the window if theyd overlooked that detail. 

Him recognizing that he was starting to go off the deep end again and not only removing himself but having his familys best interest in mind ( “Im no good to anyone until I resolve this” ) while doing so AND literally while mad at Morty is still INSANE character growth from where we started but this way is REALISTIC character growth. It was WEIRD how black and white the difference between literally yhe last two episodes and even just the rest of the season (which has famously been Rick in his peak good grandpa career) was. At some points it felt like I was reading fanfiction.

(Why do his knees look like that oh my god) Rick is fully capable of recognizing where he can be better, he always has been, he is not stupid *however* he is CLUTCHING onto the idea of being more logical than sentimental by the fucking neck rn. Men will literally build an anatomically flawless ai to be the perfectly calculated percentage nicer to their grandson and to be the man they wish they were before just going back to therapy.

Someone else mentioned this but ill also point out how much I appreciated just seeing Rick working? Like just in his space completely focused building shit with his brain and hands that hit the fucking spot. 9/10 times we only get the finished product and idk if its just me but I love when we SEE Rick living up to the Rick Sanchez tm reputation.

And Morty... my sweet summer child. It is not at all a shiny new take to say oh he’s so done with ricks shit we all know that but I really really want to point out something that I’m not really sure what point I’m trying to make with but have we noticed almost a switch morty flips when on adventures? He cried because Christmas was ruined like not even a full 6 hours before he was fully ready to kill a man while looking him in the eyes. Maybe the two were cause and effect idk bht I think that’s definitely something present in other episodes too this sorta “just get it done” attitude.

Also how much he sounded like rick this ep? That whole “don’t be too flattered he’s been actively trying to die” sounded EXACTLY like a Rick line I literally had to play it again. And the complete apathy for robo rick wanting to die until he ACTUALLY lunged himself into the void was also just textbook rick bullshit. Like grandfather like goddamn grandson.

The ending to me was a little disappointing tbh I think I was hoping for a more,,, structured? Cliffhanger? Like we dk what’s gonna happen in this storyline instead of the introduction to a new storyline yk? MAYBEEE I’m just salty we have to wait another year for more you can’t prove anything.

Rick being borderline manic ab RP at the end was my favorite it’s nice to see him just rant ab anything really and like not make some bullshit elaborate Halloween house to take his anger out but just legit vent ab what this guys been doing to him for the past fucking 40 years. I didn’t even notice the ep was over when the credits rolled in my mind we were only like 10 minutes in and I lost my MIND when mr poopy butthole pulled up again good to see he’s thriving (kinda)

On a final note when he called him Rick prime please let me know if I’m off but is that not an internet term for him? Like the fandom came up with it? Rick and morty writers are tumblerinas confirmed question mark?

And lastly: Neurotypical. Cooties.

[feytouched]

random OC ask: what is an alternate life path your OC might have gone down? how different would their life be if they'd made those decisions instead?

i can see lyra as a cleric, if she hadn't decided to look for her mother and gotten initiated into her druid circle. she'd have stayed at the shrine of eilistraee in the wilderness, looking after the rare traveler in need of respite, tending to the nature in the area - turning it into a sanctuary for those in pain.

spoilers for bg3 under the cut for another alternate path during the events of the game -

she also almost chose to become half-illithid, not for the sake of the power itself, but because she was afraid she'd be too weak to protect the rest of her friends when the final confrontation came, and she's the type to want to make such sacrifices so no one else has to. if she had gone down that path, i think she'd end up becoming a mindflayer so everyone else can get a happy ending, which... would have been a sad end for her, i think.

as it actually went down, she mulled it over until after astarion's confrontation with cazador. when she pleaded with him to turn down all that power in order to keep his soul intact, and saw him make the choice to remain himself, she realized she'd be a hypocrite not to take her own advice. when they got back to the elfsong tavern that night she crushed the astral tadpole and put away any grand thoughts of martyrdom. (and i mean i literally held onto that astral tadpole in her inventory until after this moment for rp reasons lmao)

[astromechs]

Talk shop Tuesday: what's your writing process like? Do you write in order? Hop around? Edit after everything is done, or as you go? I'm always curious how different people tackle it!

i think one word for my writing process is that it's chaos; i definitely write out of order, and sometimes i'm not really sure how i end up stringing it together. sheer luck, maybe... at least i hope i manage to pull things together to make them make sense 😂

i'm also definitely an edit-as-i-go kind of writer, for the most part. generally i don't write in drafts; because i've done so much editing as i've written, my first "draft" is generally what i would consider to be the final one, at least for the purposes of posting fan fiction online. i would take at least another pass, of course, if i was trying to get professionally published, but since this is all for fun, i try not to overthink it; overthinking it has really stymied me creatively for many years of my life, so i am in the process now of letting loose and not giving into the mindkiller.

talk shop tuesday!

[nem0-nee]

Gimme fun facts about your oc and GO!

MMMM I'mma do a couple bc I'm a menace to society 🫶 Sorry that the format is ass &lt;/33

VERY FUN FACTS?! Not rlly but yknow-

MAYUU

Sleeps for 8 hours... on average...... per week...

Despite being a voluntary insomniac, she dislikes drinking coffee. Rather, she prefers drinking energy drinks or a certain green caffeinated soda.

She's often seen talking to the air, which was concerning at first, but many just have accepted this as normal.

TOUMA

He has an oddly specific 50-step skin care routine. Guaranteed, he will have a meltdown if he doesn't get to complete it.

Man loves leading his fans on. Wanna go on a date with him? For the cheap price of your life savings, it can be done! Spice in your kidneys and you have a slight chance of getting to hold his hand

He's pretty spiteful of Vil and Malleus due to the influence they hold. Kadokawa here may or may not be plotting something against them...

(BONUS) NEMO

She was appointed the royal court jester for the Draconia family, all because a young Malleus thought "updog" was the funniest thing ever.

Due to her outdated mannerisms, she's nicknamed "Granny" or "Grandma" by other students. To be fair... she IS old, and her saying things like "back in my day" and "youngins these days!" don't really help-

Shockingly, she can eat Lilia's cooking with no problem. "Food is food!" this lunatic claims...

[graythegreyt]

WOO HOOOO TUMBLR DÍA NÚMERO TRES!!!

*holds up interview microphone* how's the chaos treatin' ya, Gray? :D

THANK YOU COCONURT!! <33 [I eat the microphone]

I'm liking it a lot!!! I haven't been able to be online as much as I'd want to but whenever I am it's very fun :) I am one with the chaos now. I am embracing it and giving it a warm sweater as we speak

[sun-marie]

2 (with tumblr links if available!), 3, 4 and 25 for the artist ask game :D

<33333

2. 5 favorites of your own work?

Rune Factory 3 Celebration

N7 Day Celebration

The Faerghus Heirs (Redraw)

Arlessa Tabris, Commander of the Grey

Mariashe Smooch Piece (Never posted to tumblr but here on Twitter!)

3. Least favorite things to draw?

Hmm, I would say probably legs and feet. They confuse and confound me, and I struggle with the logistics of legs taking up too much space in my work, if that makes sense?

Also eyes, while sometimes fun, can be a pain if they don't work with me. They just want all the attention and end up derailing my work process 😂

4. Favorite things to draw?

One word: Cuddles!! I don't think I will ever get tired of drawing couples soundly asleep in each other's arms, unconsciously exercising so much quiet trust with each other. Plus, they often avoid the eye issue mentioned above by closing them 😂

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

Probably that I have a hand fetish 😅

Artist Asks

[seasonal-writes]

🤲+🎈

- (:

🤲 What do YOU get out of writing?

This is like. a one-way ticket to sappyville. God, what do I get out of writing??? SO MUCH. Like, this is what I want to do with my life on a real life career level. I want to be surrounded by words written by myself AND others forever and ever. Since I got into writing on a more creative level and started doing it consistently, it's felt like the only way I could really express myself like- without abandon. I've done A LOT of creative stuff in my life, but this is the one where i feel like my real love and passion comes through. It's my outlet, my love, and a big part of my life and it feels,,, so rewarding, I guess? and fanfiction is not excluded from that, genuinely. i could ramble forever about how writing fanfic has helped me explore my writing style and given me practice while being very fun but that'd take up this whole thing so. i'll save it for now. but yeah! :D there ya go. 🎈Describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

my writing style is. sooooo fluid and yet very fixed. Like, I'm always experimenting with new things to try and make it fresh and exciting, but there's always that basis that never fails to prove it's my style, if that makes sense. it changes a lot on the surface, i think, but at the core, it's very much always the same. which is contradictory. which.. makes a lot of sense, actually sdkfdsjd i don't know if that made. any sense at all.

[gnomeantics]

For the ask game: do you think you're dehydrared? Water is cool

honestly my throat has been like SANDPAPER over the last few days so i have been drinking frankly absurd amounts of water, if i was deydrated before i'm certainly not now ajkshfgksd

[ask game <3]

[nuwanders]

ooooh 4 for cassathra :)

sorry about how long this took for me to answer!! i was busier than anticipated with work last week -- it also took some thinking on my part because cass is such a forgiving sort of person

4. What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

i think it would take a lot for an action to cross cassathra's threshold and head into 'totally unforgivable' territory, she's merciful probably to the point of naivety. BUT..... that being said, i think the value she places on trust and meaningful interpersonal relationships would make deep betrayals unforgivable for her. and i mean deep betrayals, like breaches of trust cutting to the very foundations of the relationship. this would also apply to betrayals against other people, especially people she's close with.

[oblivions-dawn]

📚

Hello Anon!! I hope you're having a wonderful day uwu <3

✑ Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Ah! Yes; I would love to. Becoming a published author has been a dream of mine for a very long time--and it still is! Hopefully, maybe, some day, I will write a book and have the courage to share it with the world.